when summer’s east heat begins to pick up in August,
and the western sun blows kisses with seemingly softer grace,
calling as autumn flirts but deserts.
The mornings greet with a golden glow,
as skies stretch wide, I open my eyes
the Pacific air is light, gentle, pacing,
a promise of the breezes that will soon begin.
Evenings settle with a tender flow,
palm trees sway as night arrives
with a gals that are easy on the eyes,
and all I can do is try.
I look forward to these days so rare,
where summer and autumn share the air.
in LA, September is a lover’s dance,
a perfect blend, a second chance.
I look forward to these days so rare,
where summer and autumn share the air.
in LA, September is a lover’s dance,
a perfect blend, a second chance.